May 16, 2007
It's become more acceptable of late for men to be in touch with their feminine side, making it okay for them to have hot wax poured on their backs so that their hair rugs can be ripped off in one breathtaking moment.
Where this will eventually lead, I have no idea. Could this go so far that they'll beg to stay at cozy Bed and Breakfasts instead of chain hotels? Will it get to the point where they insist on taking dancing lessons and putting those lessons to good use at every opportunity? At business lunches, when the waiter brings the dessert menu, will they ask for the tiramisu and five forks?
These men in touch with their feminine side have been given the moniker "metrosexuals." Now I'm looking for equal time.
I am a woman in touch with my male side, and I am growing the long chin hairs to prove it. No one ever talks about women being in touch with their male sides, and we don't have a handy moniker, so I've decided to come up with one myself.
I'm calling us Testostergals.
Testostergals are better suited to running meetings than running a household. They are likely to be better at cooking the books than cooking a meal. They are not very good at noticing new hair/clothes/jewelry or changes in styles/colors/carats, but will note a subtle shift in a corporate brochure or in the speech pattern of a CEO from a hundred paces.
Testostergals can be high earners and may work in businesses that are not used to having women around, like all the businesses that I've been in since I started in business. Testostergals can also swear like longshoremen, and I am living, #!?&#! proof of that.
Testostergals Unite! Dammit!
Comments
amazonratz (anonymous) says...
Testostergals? That's %&*$#&*% brilliant. Now let's get out there and kick some ass.
May 16, 2007 at 7:19 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
sewandsew55 (anonymous) says...
I believe we used to be called "tomboys"? I like using power tools, cooking and sewing. I don't believe that cursing is a prerequisite for anything. I also have been told that I shop "like a man" because I get what I need and don't lollygag around the store. My best friend is a blonde and she can fix almost anything, but we also enjoy being women. Tomboys of the world, unite! If you've ever sewed, its not for wimps! You get picked by pins and needles and sometimes it makes you bleed, HAH!~ Tomboys are not afraid to tackle almost any kind of job.
I repair furniture, I have my own toolbench in the garage! I used to work on vehicles, until they got computerized parts in them. The 1 thing I do not like to work on, is anything electrical, except my sewing machines. I recently helped my hubby install a new fan motor in a refridgerator, does that make me qualify for this new club?
May 16, 2007 at 8:42 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
cathy (cathy) says...
I was a tomboy in my youth. Playing with all the boys in the neighborhood, I was so jealous of their army men collections. Never dug Barbie dolls (boy, did my daughter make up for that!) or dolls, in general. Loved climbing trees and getting dirty. Now, I suppose you could call me a Testostergal, in some respects (why did I suddenly start cussing when I hit menopause?) but, God help me, I do enjoy a good pedicure and a cute pair of shoes.
May 16, 2007 at 10:01 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
zinlover (anonymous) says...
I, too, was a tomboy in my youth. My four brothers were (are) brainiacs and never played a sport. Of course, I didn't either. There weren't a lot of opportunities for girls to play organized sports. I was, however, the fastest runner, tetherball champ, kickball wizard, tree climber extroadinaire, etc. I did do the Barbie thing, and I too love cute shoes! And yes, I tend to @*&$#* a lot more than I should. But helpless, meek, and a slave to fashion? Never!
May 18, 2007 at 6:58 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
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